To even attempt a walk of this scale, you need seriously big balls. Thankfully for me, I’ve got a pair of ’em. Although it’s funny, because if my actual ones were the size of my metaphorical ones, I wouldn’t even be able to stand up, let alone walk. Effectively stranded on top of a couple of giant hairy beanbags, I’d have to see out my days in a care home for the clinically big-balled.
